"Kill him! Kill him!" The angry crowd surrounded a high platform, shouting wave after wave.
This is Lin Mo Yuan, the place where people and demons meet.
Just after a war, there was a faint smell of blood floating in the air, which made people's emotions even more excited.
Most of the people around the high platform were disciples of Moyun Mountain, and the simple and elegant white robes hurt their eyes in the sunlight.
The person on the stage was covered in blood, and his arms were firmly tied to his side by a rope of immortality, but his body kneeling on the ground was straight.
The bun was loose, and his sharp eyes roamed the crowd through the long down-drafted hair.
"Gu Qingqiao, do you know the crime?" asked the middle-aged man sitting at the top. The white Moyun Taoist robe was embroidered with golden cloud patterns, which was the symbol of the head of Moyun Mountain.
The young man sneered and did not answer.
The high platform was lively again.
"What else is there to say? Killing the elder was arrested on the spot, the evidence is conclusive!"
"Kill the elders at the critical moment of the battle between the fairy and the devil, the traitor of the immortal world!"
"It's just a lowly demon, what else is there to judge? Just kill it!"
In the distance, someone came with a sword.
The sound waves weakened, and the crowd, like separate waves, gave way from the outside to the inside.
A handsome young man in white, holding a long sword, walked towards the high platform step by step.
Someone whispered, "That's Mu Xiyun? Didn't he go to the battlefield in the south?"
"He is a disciple of Tianliang Peak," someone sighed, "he came back after hearing the news of Master."
"Is he going to kill the master's enemy with his hands?" The audience was excited for a while.
Mu Xiyun stood on the high platform, unsheathed his long sword and pointed it directly at Gu Qingqiao's chest.
After a major battle just now, and returning from a long distance with his sword, Mu Xiyun's face was pale, and thin beads of sweat gathered on his forehead.
The hand holding the sword did not tremble at all, Mu Xiyun's face was frosty, and his eyes stared at the other party's eyes for a moment: "Why?"
Gu Qingqiao closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, there was a smile on his face.
"Ayun..."
Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly changed his face. As if he had been hit hard in the abdomen, the whole person curled up in a ball.
"So, what is that?" someone in the crowd shouted.
A wisp of black air quickly rose from Gu Qingqiao's body, covering his entire body in a few breaths. Mu Xiyun took a step back subconsciously. However, as he retreated, Gu Qingqiao suddenly bounced off the ground, his arms had already broken away from the immortal rope, and a shiny scimitar in his left hand slashed through the black air, cutting Mu Xi with an afterimage. Yun's throat.
He turned back to the sword to hold the machete, and the machete in Gu Qingqiao's right hand had arrived.
Mu Xiyuan raised his left hand like lightning, and firmly connected it with the wristband in his sleeve. After two crisp "ding ding" sounds, the two had become confrontational.
Gu Qingqiao's eyes were blood red, and the black energy from his body was escaping continuously, and it soon covered the high platform.
"Ah, it hurts!"
"what happened?"
Several Moyunshan disciples wanted to rush to the high platform, but they did not expect that the black energy would immediately penetrate into the meridians as soon as it touched the human body. Immediately, he vomited blood. Exclamations came and went for a while, and everyone involuntarily took a few steps back.
"What are you panicking about, back off!" the middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice. With a wave of his hands, an enchantment covered the high platform like a dome, and the black air rushed to the enchantment and was hit and curled back, unable to spread out.
In the thick black fog, Mu Xiyun's whole body was against the sword. He mobilized his spiritual power to input the sword's edge, and the long sword emitted a shining silver light, resisting the black energy from the opponent's machete. The pain in the lower abdomen was tearing, and the little remaining spiritual power rushed out eagerly. Jin Dan was overwhelmed, but he didn't care, and continued to use the spiritual power to the extreme.
"Crack!" The golden core shattered, and blood oozes from the corner of Mu Xiyun's mouth, but he still recklessly output the spiritual power in the sea of knowledge.
His vision became blurred, and vaguely, Mu Xiyuan finally saw that under the pressure of powerful spiritual power, the black energy on the machete receded little by little, and Gu Qingqiao's eyes slowly changed from blood red to blood red. back to normal.
"Ayun!" A familiar shout came, but it seemed far away in the sky. When darkness came, Mu Xiyun closed her eyes.
dark.
Mu Xiyun floated in the void, surrounded by chaos.
Consciousness moved reluctantly, and there was a ray of white light beating gently, faint but warm. The white light gently surrounded him, like gentle hands caressing him, trying to wake him up.
The memory is still stuck in the earlier scene, the hellish battlefield in Moyuan, the younger brother who came to report the news, the young man who was bound on the high platform, the blood-red eyes surrounded by black energy...
No, not right!
Qingqiao in memory once played with him when he was a teenager, and also fought side by side with him in times of crisis. In my memory, his words and deeds are precious, and every smile and smile warms people's hearts. How can such a person hurt the person he most respects!
Where is it, what went wrong
Mu Xiyun suddenly opened his eyes.
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Newcomers and new articles, please bear with me.
Low magic comprehension, non-upgrade flow, the upgrade system is so simple that it is just a background, please do not take it seriously.